Mother’s Day for me has been every day since I was born. You’re a smoke-show and a hell of a mother and woman. Relax today and have a glass or bottle of wine, I’ll be there soon enough to laugh and hug and tell you all about nothing much and everything.
It’s Spring and I live in a country that wears it well. I’m drinking wine on this beautiful Feierabend and probably you will, too. So here is some literary advice to be interpreted, as you wish:
Charles Baudelaire, 1821 - 1867 “You have to be always drunk. That's all there is to it—it's the only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually drunk.
But on what? Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be drunk. And if sometimes, on the steps of a palace or the green grass of a ditch, in the mournful solitude of your room, you wake again, drunkenness already diminishing or gone, ask the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock, everything that is flying, everything that is groaning, everything that is rolling, everything that is singing, everything that is speaking. . .ask what time it is and wind, wave, star, bird, clock will answer you: ‘It is time to be drunk! So as not to be the martyred slaves of time, be drunk, be continually drunk! On wine, on poetry or on virtue, just as you wish.’”
I always liked window shopping
The sun started shining almost two weeks ago and we’re still playing in it.
2 years ago. I was dreaming big dreams and now look at us ❤️
It took 6 years of having lost weight to convince myself I don’t have to wear sports bras. Here’s to feeling comfortable in a big girl bra!
Roma architecture in the sun💐